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with me. Since graduation was coming up, they were forcing me to go back to sch

out. Guess I never truly was a part of it. He said I was g

be good enough to impress his parents. With them social status was all t

enough to handle this. I pulled my hair up and thew on jeans and a hood

ear them whisper and laugh. Poor me couldn't even keep a guy

lt as if I was barely breathing. Little by little I was dying inside. I

hrough the motions. I went to class after class. All my so-called

up. I had to get out of here. I couldn't do this. I was going to totally l

to want what's left of me. I wasn’t good enough for anyone everyone left me